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Oh, thank you, Allie! :tender: You put a big smile on my face and made me laugh! I especially love the parts about how we talk to our fluff babies and allow them in bed with us! Ah yes, how we change when these precious angel babies melt our hearts. :wub::wub:I was never much of a "pet person" growing up. I liked pets, but never thought of having one of my own. After all, the hair on my friends clothes - to think that their pets slept in bed with them - was beyond comprehension, what about all those "bugs" dogs have!
In fact, I one time witnessed a friends mother giving their dog a lick from her ice-cream cone ==shocking==. Those people even talked "funny" to their pets - it was all very strange - Thankfully my mother reassured me that pets were "dirty" and we would never have a pet - "the hair, the messes, etc." - I was safe!
Funny how things change. My freshman year in college, I had a friend who had three "monsters" (Labs) - yes, they lived in the house, ate in the kitchen and slept on the beds. My friend also talked to their dogs as if they were "babies" - Over that summer I fell madly in love with those fuzzy-faced-beasts. It was the loyalty and gratitude of those "babies" that stuck me first.
Soon, I would seek out to volunteer in any capacity as long as it involved animals - I would dream of a time when I would have my own home, and have my own dog hair, dog dish - share my bed with my fuzzy-friend and even talk to them in a high-pitched voice.
When I got married, the first thing I did after we purchased our home - you guessed it - right to the shelter I went . . .
My kidz are my babies - I can’t help but talk to them in that "funny" voice even when people are about - in fact, I talk to all dogs that way, and I make no apologies about it.
I was told one time that I was "laconic" - sorry for the long post.
It's # 2 for me!